100 HARDY FERNS. 
v/hicli gleamed the pure light of a chastened soul, 
brightening with delight at the discovered treasure 
— the eager step — the radiant, and then the paling 
cheek, I s-ee it all as I look at my Ferns, and 
remember that that ardent spirit is at rest for 
evermore ; safe in that blessed Home towards which 
he had from his earliest years been walking, side 
by side, as it seemed to those who knew his 
quiet, holy life, with Him Whose love constrained 
him to a life of self-denial, and self-devotedness 
to the spiritual welfare of all around him. His 
highest ambition was to be, when old enough, a 
missionary priest, to spend all his talents and 
his life in his Saviour's service. Ere that longed- 
for day of toil dawned, rest was given, and the 
earnest choice of the heart, and the fixed will of 
the mind, were, we may humbly trust, taken instead 
of the working of a body too frail to fulfil its 
longings, by that " Only Master, Who in service 
takes the will for the deed." 
In our up-hill scramble to regain the path to St. 
Ives, we met a man who looked at us with very 
